Formulation calculation

Startling lack of pigmentation

I can see in cold gray eyes

Of yours;

Whisper to me darling

Once again

And you did

Cheek to mine in

Warmth of sun on wicker chairs

"I love you…"

But such things are, naturally, gone—

Gone with the wind.

Whisper to me darling

Once again

And I did

Cheek to yours in

Warmth of sun on cotton shirts

"I love you…"